Because We Can Imagine, We

I Do Not Feel That I Am The Product Of Chance, A Speck Of Dust In The Universe, But Someone Who Was Expected, Prepared, Prefigured. In Short, A Being Whom Only A Creator Could Put Here; And This Idea Of A Creating Hand Refers To God.

No Finite Point Has Meaning Without An Infinite Reference Point.

Life Is A Useless Passion.

I Had Spent My Time Counterfeiting Eternity.

If Literature Isn't Everything, It's Not Worth A Single Hour Of Someone's Trouble.